Best Dryly Poems

Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,                              ...

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Somewhere past the fallen limbs
Of old tangled oaks and elm
Breaking silence as lighting dims
Rushing whispers split the realm

Mocking silence with a hush 
It slicks the stones of shallow brook,
Exalting in babble with a gush,
I turn to take a humble look.

Searching fluid sounds of creation
Articulating His...

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Upon this date he spoke no more of the preceding moments, 
Tearing and hurling insult upon insult
In several directions, his tongue whipped and scorched me,
And he waited relentlessly to see the spark in my eyes fade…..
He was so livid by my silence, he began thrashing...

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The last Night of October

It's that time, again, the last night of October, 
the last glow of twilight nearly gone.
Children race out and about,
winding through the streets and alleys.

Brightly colored costumes, 
mom's old wig, dad's old sport coat.
All hoping to fill their bags with the...

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An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The trees surrounding this house creak ominously overhead as tangled electric...

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As we waited for Venus to 
Cross the face of the Sun

People from all over the township
Came together like in the days
When nature was the focus
And center of every ones life

When the sun was the timekeeper
People rose in the morning light
And work under its light
And...

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My favorite radio show
is Wait...Wait, Don't Tell Me!
on NPR near you.

But, it has bothered me,
over the years,
a snagging voice in sign-off background,
threatening the host will see me again next week,
as if that was the answer we had awaited,
and so hoped he would not tell us.

Why...

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a gray squirrel just hopped by
and hardly left a track
On snow that's covered  ground for weeks
Or is it months I rack
Upon a well filled memory's shelf
Of Winter's lengthy lack.

The morning sun shines through the cold
Teasing open azalea leaves
and fat hung rhodedandrons
Bare patches of mossy...

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Yea, victors jest. They out-sped the cast of hunger’s cave.
Their cantors, ragged kept, did reach an faithful end.
They in the din o’ drizzle laugh, licking cool drams from stone,
as had they crawled o’er hot pools bled to prod ‘n prattle.

And who’d, when quenched, a saunter...

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The Choctaw
never taught me what the
Choctaw would’ve taught me.

The Australopithecine never taught me what
the Australopithecine would’ve taught me of.

The Memories, these Memories,
our Memories are fading songs in
an echoeless cave.
The listeners have tired,
moved on.
The choir sang, regardless...
...for a time.
And, in time, the silence overcame
the joys of...

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I’m tired of influencers faking nervousness.
my generation wants to care less
these days.
it’s a counter-current hack.
we want to be less defined.
we can search and reflect for ourselves.
we’re sick of the emotion
that’s all over everyone’s faces,
the unsightly splotches of opinion.
the entire election machine,
the process of getting there,...

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her eyes invest in me the truths of her fragile heart
she wished to know happiness and freedom once more
she leaned gently against the window frame
her eloquent beauty whispered gently on my eyes
she gave me a soft sorrow by declining the offered flower
my words like autumn...

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I was grasped by the soulless of the dark.  Forever pitted and plagued by the weight of the world.
I’ve tried…I’ve tried my whole life to dry my tears.  
Even when I’ve given up and I’ve done so countless times…even when I’ve given up...

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n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The trees surrounding this house creak ominously overhead as tangled electric...

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We are creatures of the Night,
imprisoned, dreaming, in the Day
yielding to the murderous light
trapped within our cell we stay
crying out we scream in fear,
sobbing dryly, disappear
while eternity is joyful never,
terror reigns on us forever
hypnoteric counter-minds
falling ever on the blind
kill the person, kill the now
kill ideas,...

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